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 Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 4:20 pm
Fiore smiled "just a feeling" he said brightly
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 4:51 pm
Kira chuckled. "Okay..then...what am I lying about?" He asked.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 4:57 pm
[All righty, I've returned. I'd like to state a few things. One: I'm still alive. Two: Die, Miyavi and Kuja are the sex. And well, I think that's all. So yes, I'll try to get on as often as I can and continue to RP.]
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 4:57 pm
Fiore cocked his head and hhmmmed "welll, you dont do it to relax" h said slowly "thats what you lied about" he smiled
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:00 pm
Kira smirked. "If you're so smart..why do I do it?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 6:43 pm
Micheal floated, beautiful, perfect...Heaven. He felt warm and surrounded, held by something loving and benevolent, his body cradled to breast of some omnipotent creature, telling him that everything was alright, everything was beautiful, everything was perfect.
Peace...
Man, that's a feelin' I ain't had forever... Micheal's thoughts floated in the air in prismatic little rainbows before disappearing like popping soap bubbles. What the Hell? He watched the profanity float in the air for a moment and then disappear just as the previous thought had, but this time the colors swirled into a vortex that pulled him in. Wings were torn from him, his skin was lacerated and all feelings of peace and warmth were torn away. <********> He watched the curse following him down, it's bright colors a contrast to his dark pain.
He woke up, shooting from the satin sheets of his bed, sweat standing in gleaming streaks over his chest and shoulders. He was naked, his only cover, the sheet falling over his hips. He looked at the stranger sleeping contentedly in his bed and felt suddenly furious at his niave happiness. He thought his life was wonderful, he was content with the warm bed, the warm meal whose remains still sat on the abandoned kitchen table, he wouldn't be so content had he ever been in heaven. He didn't know complete peace and contentment, he knew only hollow pleasure.
Micheal nudged him hard, waking him. "Get up."
The man, Micheal couldn't remember his name, he was just a momentary comfort. "What?"
"Get up. Get out."
"M-micheal."
"Shut up. Get out." Moments later, the man was gone and Micheal grumbled to himself. It was late but there might be some bars open. He needed a scotch. The thought sickened him, here he was, a former angel, dependant on loveless sex and booze to make him forget how horrible his life now was.
Micheal grabbed a pair of jeans, pulling them over his nakedness before finding his crumpled shirt on the floor and going downstairs to the car. The man from his bed stood on the curb trying to get a cab, he looked at Micheal like he was his savior but Micheal ignored him, watching in some amusement as his exuberant face faded into sadness. Micheal started the engine of his car and pulled out onto the road, music blaring from the radio.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:06 pm
Kira sat up. "I'm sorry..we will discuss this later...okay?" He got up. "Help yourself. I'm going out for a while."
He walked out of the house, got in his car and shook his head.
THoughts of his lover from Eden filled his mind and he wipped away a stray tear. He figured a drink would help him
He started the engine, not paying attention to where he was going, and soon pulled into one of those all night bars.
He stopped the engine, got all and locked the door. He walked in, took a seat and ordered a gin and coke, getting lost in his thoughts.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:38 pm
][Moth][ [All righty, I've returned. I'd like to state a few things. One: I'm still alive. Two: Die, Miyavi and Kuja are the sex. And well, I think that's all. So yes, I'll try to get on as often as I can and continue to RP.] ((*chuckles* kyakoXD))
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:41 pm
Fiore blinked and watched as Kira left did i.........do something wrong? he wondered to himself as he said nothing. he felt kinda sad and just curled up in the warm apot left by Kira and went to sleep, trying to figure out what he did wrong.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 9:54 pm
At the same moment that Kira ordered his drink Micheal pulled his black jetta into a parking place, "Innocent" by Fuel still blaring on his stereo. He still hadn't buttoned his shirt when he pulled the keys out of the ignition and dropped them into his lap. He buttoned the black satin quickly, ignoring that the somewhat dressy shirt didn't match his torn and faded bluejeans at all.
He pushed black hair from his face and closed his eyes, leaning his head back for a moment before taking a deep breath. Heaven, no one understood, no one knew what it was like to have been in Heaven, no one knew what it was like to find themselves suddenly thrown down to a place that was less than hell but in some ways so much worse. In Hell you felt pain at least, here...here you were always numb, he drank so that he'd feel alive again. He slept with men without learning their names because it was something to get the blood pumping, the adrenaline rushing, it was a comfort but still, it was far from the bliss of Heaven.
He let his pent-up breath out in a low sigh, the rush of air reminding him that he hadn't had a cigarette in several hours. He lit one up, taking a first blessed calming puff before getting out of the car and shoving the keys in his pocket. The cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he stepped up to the bar. "Old Crow Bourbon, a whole bottle." he ordered, slapping a fifty down on the bar and exchanging it for a bottle that he immediately opened and took a long draught from. He ignored the shot glass he'd been offered, it was too small to give him the quick drunkeness he wanted.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 5:59 am
Kira sighed, staring at the melting ice in the glass. He thought of Eden...Heaven..and what he missed. Why was loving another...even if he was the same...so wrong? He missed his friend and lover..that he had left behind. Maybe he was looking for another...No...He shook his head, downing the glass in a quick swallow. He sat the glass down and ordered another.
He watched the sad men...lonely...no place to go. He chuckled softly. He was alot like them now. His wings ached, wanting to be shown...but he knew that know one on this planet could see them. If they did..he would never get any peace.
He thought of the park. The young man...He didn't know why he had picked him up. Why he had been nice. Maybe he was lonely..or perhaps lack of sex...He shook his head agian. THat wasn't it...but whatever....surely didn't want to show him his wings. He hoped the young man wouldn't figure out what he was.
He figeted with the empty glass and ordered another, watching the man drinking at the bar with an intrested eye.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:29 am
Fiore wimpered softly, caught in the throes of a bad dream
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:03 pm
Micheal had seen that look before, the one that the dark-haired man further down the bar was giving him. It was an expression filled to brimming with the thought "A little comfort wouldn't hurt. He seems like a nice guy, maybe...maybe he'll make me happy. This time I'll be happy." The former angel glared at his bottle and upended it for a moment, letting the burning liquor scorch a firey line down his throat.
His back ached, a testimate to the eternal pain of his broken wings. He'd heard that some angels were thrown to earth with theirs intact, perhaps because one of the few joys he'd felt in his existance was that of flight, they'd torn his from him before casting him out. Except for horrendous scars that ran over his back and shoulders, he was a normal human. Except for the ache of knowing he'd been cast out, he'd been thrown from paradise, he was just a human.
He felt disdain for the man at the bar, watching him, he'd be content, just another hindu cow not worried, worshipped, no fear of the chopping block, he'd be happy at times, he'd feel actual joy without feeling the poisoning taint of the knowledge that this wasn't Heaven. "Ain't nuthin' but human." He growled into the little glass circle at the top of his bottle. He was getting drunk fast, bourbon could do that when you drank it like this.
He turned his eyes back down to the man at the bar and, it was probably because of the growing hold the alcohol had on him, found that there was a sadness akin to his own in the man's eyes. Micheal just couldn't resist the torture, as he stood and staggered over to the man. He put his hand on the man's back feeling a bulge that sent alarms off in some distant fuzzy portion of his mind.
"I'm sorry, I'm not going to give ya a line or nuthin' but you look like you might need some comfort, I know I do. I've got a comfortable bed, I cook pretty well, it makes no sense to get drunk at a bar where anything could happen when you could get drunk in a comfortable place where no one'll steal your wallet or tell when you embarrass yerself." He grinned, hazel eyes gleaming. Damn but he was a masochist, one of the worst.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 4:19 pm
Kira looked up, feeling the hands on his back. His wings shuddered under his flesh and he felt a cold chill seep into his spine. He shook the urge to unfurl his feathered apendages.
He downed the gin in one large gulp and looked up at the man. "I don't know..." He answered, the alcohol burning his throat.
He raised his hand to the bar tender, another gin and this time a vodka appearing before him. He looked at the man beside him, downing one of the remaining shots. "Not a bad idea...I suppose.." he answered, seeing the same expressing in the other man's eyes..that he felt in his soul.
He downed his last shot of vodka and sighed. "You're not fit to drive...I don't think.." Was all Kira said, as he watched the mysterious man.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 5:34 pm
Fiore curled up more, his tail fliped up to curl around him as a tear or two slid down his cheek.
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